Oh, your love is sunlight.

He rubbed at the back of his neck in response to the question, “In a manner of speaking, yes.” Javier answered after a moment of contemplation. “I have someone from before who would probably buy me anything I liked. But I feel – it feels wrong to ask. Considering everything.” Not that anyone who knew his life prior to this couldn’t figure out who he was talking about; but Javier still felt the need for a measure of caution.

“But having my own money to purchase things? That’s difficult, yes. A big change.” At least there was little that could be seized. Most of his belongings had been with Jason, his money had essentially been Jason’s for the most part. The things that had been taken from him were few. “I suppose I made my bed though. Time to lie in it.”

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“Considering everything?” Vered genuinely was curious what the man meant. It seemed like he thought he deserved his position as a traitor, but what did that mean? How could anyone think themselves deserving of such a horrible fate?

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“I have also read about how they do glass blowing…” Eldrit continued in amazement, “Though as a dragon I can understand that a little bit more.” She said quietly, sparing a glance at the young man standing next to her. With her collar, she couldn’t discern his species or anything but he had a troubled air about him and the sand dragon could relate. “Um…” She pondered his question for a few seconds. Bonnesar had been kind enough to always have treats to share, so Eldrit knew some. “I haven’t been in this land for very long but I have enjoyed peanut brittle. And of course those colorful rainbow swirl lollipops, as silly as they are, they are also magical. I could just stare at them and might not ever come around to actually eat it.” She gave a little chuckle. “What is your favorite?”

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“I’m sure. I just – had a thought in my head about before.” He wasn’t sure if that would make sense, but it did to him. “About how I would have bought a whole box home. But that ain’t life anymore.” Javier shrugged, like he was attempting to be casual about it.

Vered’s answer made a lot of sense, and Javier nodded a little. “Makes sense. I suppose I feel that way about buying things. And like it’s easier to buy for someone else than accept a gift.” He didn’t often accept or admit he had trouble in that area, but it came out now. 

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“Oh.” Vered didn’t entirely understand the man’s sentiment, though he wasn’t sure he really ever could given the circumstances. The collar around the other’s neck likely made his life quite a bit more difficult than his own. It wasn’t a lifestyle he could imagine–forced to be in service of others, taking all sorts of terrible abuse. Mere thoughts of it all made his stomach turn. 

Gen looked to the man again as he spoke. She could sense the magic in him, but it wasn’t…quite the same. He wasn’t a witch.. Before she could ask he was talking again and she looked to the display case again, humming softly, “It’s essentially just chocolate cake I think? But there’s just something different in it that tastes great. And it’s usually always paired with cream cheese icing–which is easily the best frosting there is.” She grinned as she said it, nodding to him again, “You should try it.”

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“Charming,” she repeated with a bit of a laugh. “That is a very nice description thank you.” Stella watched as he took a bite. Her eyebrows raising as he did so. He seemed to enjoy it, especially the way he shoveled the rest of it into his mouth. It was always nice to see people enjoying what she made. She waited for his next request and nodded her head. “Yeah I’ve got a few, a whole wheat, white and one sourdough I think.” She said checking the case behind her. “We have some of those in this case.” She pointed to the one beside her. “Cinnamon rolls, danish, and a couple almost croissants.” 

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It was surprising to Daniel that the fae seemed so unsettled by the idea of blood infused food and drinks. That had, after all, always seemed like the more humane approach to feeding, even if he didn’t care for that. Still, he would’ve thought to someone like the boy, that it was a much nicer idea than the idea of feeding straight from the source. But perhaps it was just the novelty of it that had the boy shaken. Daniel was so used to it that it was a surprise to find someone who was new to the idea. But much of the fae were naive when it came to the ways of his kind, he believed. “Indeed, much food and drinks can. I own a restaurant in the city and every dish comes both with and without blood infusion.” 

“I can imagine it is different, yes,” he nodded. “I have no personal experience with fae territory but have heard much of your ways of life. It seems… primitive, if I may be so bold. I can imagine especially the technology must be quite a shock? Or perhaps living with so many different species.” The latter had definitely been an adjustment to Daniel, who was only used to being around vampires and humans. But after ten years in the city, he was used to most of them - except, perhaps, for the fae. 

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“I see.” Owning a restaurant that served human blood in the dishes was a bit of a morbid thought for him as a fae. Regardless of how they cloaked their dietary habits, it was all rooted in something very...unnerving–namely the exsanguination of humans or fae. But hopefully not fae. There was the treaty after all. Cupping the warm mug of coffee between his hands, Vered lifted it to his nose to smell––subtly trying to rid himself of the vampire’s scent. “Please forgive me if I sound ignorant,” he offered shyly from behind the mug. “I haven’t met many vampires and our kind...” Vered trailed off a moment, unsure how exactly to finish the sentence. “What I mean is I think this is the longest conversation I’ve ever had with one...”

When Talia had spotted him, she had been thinking that he was probably lost again. Given that had been how the two had met each other the first time. However, when she moved in closer, she could tell that he had stopped to admire the display in the shop window. Which gave her hope that he wasn’t lost. Even though the city could be confusing at times. She was certain that everyone had gotten lost, at least, once within it’s confines. But, then again, it could have just been the two of them that had experienced that. 

“They do, indeed,” she agreed softly. “And here I was thinking that I would need to lead you home, again.” 

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“Oh, hello...” Vered smiled a bit sheepishly upon recognizing the woman’s face. She’d helped lead him through the city before when he’d first arrived. “No, thankfully not this time,” he admitted shyly. “But perhaps I can repay you now?” The fae nodded toward the sweets in the shop. “I wasn’t able to before and I’d like to now. Would you like one?”

Dimitri smiled, the guy wasn’t bothering him at all, in fact he always preferred to have someone around instead of being alone, he was also glad to see someone he didn’t know before, he never lost an opportunity to meet someone new. “You aren’t disturbing me.” He said with a smile. “I like your wings, they’re beautiful.” he said, sometimes he liked to use his animal form to fly around, but he preferred way more his dog form.

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“Oh,” Vered touched his feet back down to the ground ad carefully folded his hands together. He was easily flattered, especially when it came to things he’d grown to be self-conscious about. “Thank you...” Finding the courage to get a bit closer and be friendly, the fae slipped closer with a slight flutter of his wings. “Are you all alone out here?” he asked curiously.

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Stella smiled at the young man who seemed a little flustered or confused. “Yeah, they are just an almond butter cookie.” The small hart shaped cookies sat on the tray, half dipped in chocolate and the other half with slight dusting of sugar on top. “I made a bunch for an order this morning and I worked hard on them,” she whispered with a smile as if it was a secret that she was giving out samples. “Sorry,” she laughed a little shaking her head. “Did you come in here with anything specific in mind?” She asked placing her hands on her hips as she waited for a response. 

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“They’re charming, thank you...” After briefly admiring the obvious work it took to decorate them, Vered took a bite of the cookie. Almost immediately he smiled upon tasting it, the mixture of flavors sweetening his palate. Pleased with the taste, he quickly shoved the rest of the cookie into his mouth. Taking a moment to chew, he glanced around the different cases looking for something to strike his fancy. “Actually, yes,” he admitted after finishing his sample. “A fresh bread loaf if you have any? And maybe something that’s good for the morning, breakfast pastries I think you call them?”

Kyto had natural red eyes as a Dragon, and they carried forward to his humanoid form, and his human form. He noticed the other peer at his glowing red eyes under his hood and the Dragon just removed his large hood off his head altogether, so they can properly talk face to face. “You’re a fae…” he simply said, since sniffing the other individual was more than enough to give away his species. He came closer and gave him the once over. The young fae was actually kind of attractive. “No, I meant I can fly there in my Dragon form, and it wouldn’t take long.” Kyto didn’t visit the Woodlands often, but he wasn’t afraid of its inhabitants. “Do you want me to take you there?” he asked, standing in front of the fae now, easily towering over him. “What’s your name?”

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When the man removed the hood from his head, Vered’s expression softened into a look of surprise. The man’s eyes had a red tint to them, something that was both intriguing and added to his intimidating air. But, they were still placed nicely on a handsome face and held a charming mouth just beneath. As he drew closer and spoke about his bloodline, Vered couldn’t help but blush as he nodded shyly. The other was quite tall in comparison, something suddenly made more obvious now that he was close. “Yes...” The conversation took a bit of a turn when the other offered to fly him to the Woodlands and in a dragon form no less. Knowing they were proud creatures, Vered bowed slightly and lowered his gaze politely. “Oh, I could never,” he replied quickly and graciously. “I mean–” he hesitated. “Are you sure? You wouldn’t mind?” He’d met few dragons in his life and even fewer that would offer such a gesture. Feeling the color on his cheeks darken, he introduced himself. “I’m Vered. Sorry, I should have asked for you name sooner,” he laughed softly. 

Kyto had looked around his club to make sure everything was top to bottom spotless, and that his staff were presentable. His club was one that made a lot of money every night and he wasn’t going to kill that trend with any kind of misalignment, or a chore not done. He gathered his team to let them know some very important people from the city would be stopping by for a night of fun, and he expected each of them to treat their guests like royalty. Should anyone fail to do so, they would meet the dragon’s wrath. He stepped out for a bit to get some air, grabbing his robe that was hand crafted and given to him by another dragon he once knew. He put it on and placed the large hood over his head. Kyto had a tendency to be charismatic, but he did need to be away from others some times to have a breather. He folded his arms, the robe easily wrapped around him and he closed his eyes, self meditating to himself. That though was quickly interrupted when he heard footsteps approaching him. Kyto turned to see a small man approaching him, asking about going to the Woodlands. “For me it doesn’t take long to get there. Why do you need to go to the Woodlands?”

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Vered glanced up at the stranger again to get a better look at them and was pleasantly surprised to see a pair of pretty eyes staring back at him. The dark hood that shadowed his features and the powerful magical essence that radiated off him gave him a bit of an edge. Despite feeling slightly intimidated by the other, Vered smiled softly and shifted onto the balls of his feet. “You know a shortcut?” he asked hopeful, already feeling like he was running late. Curiously, he tipped his head. Then, with a shrug, he looked down at the small parcel he had in his hands. “Oh, I have a gift for someone.” It wasn’t anything extravagant, but he hoped they’d enjoy it nonetheless. 

♚ Most sensitive spot

Along the column of his throat or the inside of his thighs

❀ One thing they’re dying to try.

♔ What gets them in the mood?

THE HUNTSMAN - Would your muse obey authority, or their morals?

Because Vered is a Fae, he is inclined to obey the authority of his Queen. For matters outside of his hive, however, he will always follow his morals.

DIAVAL - What animal relates most to your muse?